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You would have said that all Nature smiled. Alas! The next moment the sky was covered with black clouds and the storm broke. For Mr. Dawson, continuing in this vein of criticism, rather injudiciously gave it as his opinion that one of the lady dancers had two left feet. For a moment Mr. Coston did not see which lady was alluded to. "De goil in de pink skoit," said Mr.
Of this visit we catch a pleasant glimpse from a letter written to Professor Stowe during its continuance, which is as follows: INVERARY CASTLE, September 6, 1856. MY DEAR HUSBAND, We have been now a week in this delicious place, enjoying the finest skies and scenery, the utmost of kind hospitality. From Loch Goil we took the coach for Inverary, a beautiful drive of about two hours.
She won't go out with a young man till she knows he comes from nice people." Miss Sternberger patted the back of her hand against her mouth and stifled a yawn. "One thing I must say for my Bella no matter where I take that goil, everybody says what a nice, retirin' goil she is!" "Bella does retire rather early," agreed Miss Sternberger in tones drippingly sweet.
"I might 'a' seen him this afternoon an' I might not," she said cautiously, looking at him from under a broad hat-brim. "When?" "I didn't see him after I got behind that 'How Many? sign. If I seen him must 'a' been before two." "Did he give you any hint of what was in the air?" "Say, what's the lay-out? Are you framin' Jim for up the river?" "I'm tryin' to save Kitty." "Because she's your goil.
"That's twice I heard both them interestin' facts. Who is this goil you was comin' through a window to see in the middle o' the night. And what's that gat for if it ain't to croak some other guy? You oughtta be ashamed of yourself for not pullin' a better wheeze than that on me." Clay blushed.
For several days he gave us yachting excursions through Loch Goil, and the Kyles of Bute, and Loch Long, with glimpses of Ben-Lomond and other monarchs of the Highlands. When we saw the gorgeous purple garniture of heather in full bloom, we no longer wondered that Sir Walter Scott was quite satisfied to have his beloved hills devoid of forests.
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